Green Things

I ended up eating about 1/3 of that ill-fated lopsided apple on Wednesday. I was a bad girl on Thurday and didn't eat anything good, but Friday was a little better--like Wednesday, it started off with an apple.

I live in a Co-op--this means lots of things, but one of the things it means is that there is lots of "common space" in the building I live it. My space consists of a room that fits a bed, desk, dresser, and mini-bookshelf, and a bathroom (which I share with this incredibly fit and active girl, who is also wholesome and nice and loves children and eats well). All the other places I go--the courtyard, the kitchen, the study room, computer room, fitness room, ect, is common space. Sometimes this is awful--if I wake up hungry in the middle of the night, I have to actually GET DRESSED (a ridiculous and unmeetable demand) to get food--but when you are trying to eat something you hate, it is wonderful. There is always someone in the kitchen eating, and that someone can be a cheerleader.

On Friday morning, my cheerleader was No-Nonsense Arabic Extraordinare (NNAE), who is probably one of my very favorite people at the co-op, and the one of the only ones I get to see on a really regular basis (we walk to class together sometimes and talk about bunnies and overdramatic co-op happenings). She is a wonderful person to eat an apple with, because she has the same command as an incredibly polite personal trainer.

"Shauna. You CANNOT be done with that apple yet," she said, with all the authority of a boot-camp director when I  put my apple (minus about 7 bites) on the table in front of me. Eager to think of a quick excuse (because really, the look on her face said "If YOU don't eat that apple, then I will eat YOU.") I took out my phone to take a quick picture of the victimized fruit. I then proceeded to send the picture to my supportive superwoman mommy, who said she was proud of me. I love my mother. I took the apple (which was not lopsided, but rather small and perfect-shaped, with a fingernail-shaped bruise on one side) and ate some more, as per NNAE orders. I was told at my next attempt to give up that I needed to eat 4 more bites. All in all, I ate about half the apple.

That night, Kody and I got to go out on a real date (read: not Taco Cabana or Kirby Lane, which doesn't count as a real restaurant because of the service). We went to Montana Mikes and had some delicious steak--which I supplemented with green beans. I figured out that if you stack your fork with 2 green beans, mashed potatoes, and a bite of steak (in that order), then the green beans don't ever really touch your tongue! This was an important discovery, and one that resulted in the disappearance of half of my green beans! I pulled the same trick with asparagus tonight.

I feel like I'm off to a good-ish start with my plants--I need to stop snacking on things that basically wreck everything else I eat (like anyone with sense, I am addicted to chocolate), but that will come with time (and substitutions--I know some people silence their sugar cravings with fruit, I think I might get there one day). My brilliant cousin Taffy (fatflusher.blogspot.com) told me that I should try grilling fruit. This sounds like an interesting idea, and I think I may try it when/if I go home for the holidays (the co-op offers many things, but access to a grill is not one of them)! I will let all yall know how it turns out.

It is also interesting to note that I'm on a bit of a mono-chromatic run... all my consumed plants thus far have been green (Granny Smith apples, green beans, asparagus). Tomorrow I shall try to go technicolor!

I WILL EAT RABBIT FOOD.